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We brought a warm, vegetarian dinner to the homeless in a Christian shelter The steaming pans burned my thighs for the duration of the ride Our host was a self-described anarchist, married with four children and a dozen guests He had participated in hundreds of protests; countless arrests Travelled all over the globe to the site of genocide and hate Saved lives one at a time, noble and tragic work His first mission was in his early twenties, to the Gaza Strip alone The night he arrived he slept in a friendly home Woke to gunfire, screaming bullets and children, and mechanical roar Get down! Said the Palestinians, closing the windows and doors If you look outside They Will Shoot You Israeli helicopters scanned the streets and mowed down pedestrians Dropping massive glass beads Marbles, they called them These spheres would shatter and leave sharp edges for scared feet Once impaled there was no running, blood trailed and so no hiding Tear gas canisters cleared the capable, my host watched one enter a house Inside children cried and begged for safety from war and smoke A doctor huddled with my host heard and acted on a hero’s impulse Leapt from his roof to that of the yelling young Dove in through a window and snatched all three, along with the stinging source The elder two were scared but saved, handed to the Palestinians The baby with them had suffocated Too late The doctor gave my host the canister, still warm You brought this here, he said And he was right Made In The USA He brought the story back, called every major newspaper No interest in anything he had to say This stuff happens every day they told him, boring Last week twelve Palestinians were killed by a bulldozer Now there’s front page material Something More Unusual
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Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 1:06 PM UTC
92. Marbles 4/11/11
We brought a warm, vegetarian dinner to the homeless in a Christian shelter The steaming pans burned my thighs for the duration of the ride Our host was a self-described anarchist, married with four children and a dozen guests He had participated in hundreds of protests; countless arrests Travelled all over the globe to the site of genocide and hate Saved lives one at a time, noble and tragic work His first mission was in his early twenties, to the Gaza Strip alone The night he arrived he slept in a friendly home Woke to gunfire, screaming bullets and children, and mechanical roar Get down! Said the Palestinians, closing the windows and doors If you look outside They Will Shoot You Israeli helicopters scanned the streets and mowed down pedestrians Dropping massive glass beads Marbles, they called them These spheres would shatter and leave sharp edges for scared feet Once impaled there was no running, blood trailed and so no hiding Tear gas canisters cleared the capable, my host watched one enter a house Inside children cried and begged for safety from war and smoke A doctor huddled with my host heard and acted on a hero’s impulse Leapt from his roof to that of the yelling young Dove in through a window and snatched all three, along with the stinging source The elder two were scared but saved, handed to the Palestinians The baby with them had suffocated Too late The doctor gave my host the canister, still warm You brought this here, he said And he was right Made In The USA He brought the story back, called every major newspaper No interest in anything he had to say This stuff happens every day they told him, boring Last week twelve Palestinians were killed by a bulldozer Now there’s front page material Something More Unusual
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Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 1:06 PM UTC
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